2.
The time between his visits becoming more and more longer. The last time I saw him, his empty promises of getting into a program. The fighting, and the last time I saw him as I kicked him out. He stole all the money I had in my purse and my emergency jar. My pay. I was glad I never put him on the bank account. He even took the ring he gave me and pawned it. I moved. Away from the memories and away from him. Now every DB on the west side we get called out on, I wonder if it's going to be him.
I leaned up against the brick wall by the street to wait for my partner.
"You should put a transfer in Ro." Rudy tapped out a cigarette out of his pack. "Get the hell away from here. Ask for someplace sunny, the change would do you some good. ***
"Alex, get in here."
"Yes Chief." Alex rounded the corner into the chief of detectives office only to stop dead in his tracks as he came face to face with a brunette that was as tall as he was with an expression he knew all to well. It was the same expression that greeted him every morning when he looked into the mirror.
"Alex Ball, this is Roberta Easton."
"Ro, is fine." The woman nodded.
Alex nodded back and raised an eyebrow in question.
The time between his visits becoming more and more longer. The last time I saw him, his empty promises of getting into a program. The fighting, and the last time I saw him as I kicked him out. He stole all the money I had in my purse and my emergency jar. My pay. I was glad I never put him on the bank account. He even took the ring he gave me and pawned it. I moved. Away from the memories and away from him. Now every DB on the west side we get called out on, I wonder if it's going to be him.
I leaned up against the brick wall by the street to wait for my partner.
"You should put a transfer in Ro." Rudy tapped out a cigarette out of his pack. "Get the hell away from here. Ask for someplace sunny, the change would do you some good. ***
"Alex, get in here."
"Yes Chief." Alex rounded the corner into the chief of detectives office only to stop dead in his tracks as he came face to face with a brunette that was as tall as he was with an expression he knew all to well. It was the same expression that greeted him every morning when he looked into the mirror.
"Alex Ball, this is Roberta Easton."
"Ro, is fine." The woman nodded.
Alex nodded back and raised an eyebrow in question.
